It’s that time of the year again. Time for another glass of chocolate milk. Reasons are listed here.

What’s astounding to me is that it has been twenty-eight years yesterday since I talked to him, and in some ways it feels like just yesterday.

And it’s amazing that, even without speaking to him for twenty-eight years, he’s still as alive to me as if we had hung up the phone yesterday.

© E. Stocking Evans 2015